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(This part is inspired by the fic 暴力美学 and (of course) Fot's Muay Thai performance. The name of the fic is also the name of the song that Fot performs in this part: วัดใจ (watjay/wutjay) means "testing the heart")
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"Box!"
The referee's signal to start a striking match echoed throughout the auditorium, drawing cheers from the surrounding crowd.
In this basement of less than 100 square meters, there are all kinds of people. Those who love fighting or admire boxers, those who bet to make a profit, even those who pretend to have the same hobby as their friends can be anywhere in the crowd.
All of them, if they just took their eyes off the ongoing match and looked towards the upper floors, they would be able to see a scene even hotter than a takedown.
His red, swollen nipples pressed against the cold glass door, moving up and down rhythmically with each click of the person behind him.
"Scream a little louder, so everyone down there can see how slutty you are."
Fourth grabbed the sinewy forearms that were repeatedly slapping his buttocks as support. The tip of that penis stuck deep in the wall of his intestines, making him shiver, but the glans above were still very hard.
"I'm not feeling good so I don't scream."
"Yeah, if you're not feeling good then I am."
That man thrust and pulled tirelessly, shooting all the warm semen into the condom, still maintaining the position of hugging him without refusing to let the large object out.
"I'm so tired, pull out."
Fourth lazily leaned back against the chest behind him, his entire body exhausted and covered with red marks from the unrestrained lovemaking.
"Give me a little favor."
That man slid the hand holding his waist up and rubbed his nipples that had sunk in from being pressed against the glass for too long, successfully pulling them upright again.
Fourth "umm" a very soft sound, holding that disturbed hand when he realized that the penis behind his butt was starting to move and harden again.
"I won't do it anymore. I have things to do tomorrow."
His partner was very understanding, he obediently tied the condom and threw it in the trash can next to him, then took Fourth to the bathroom to wash up like a habit.
Every time they finished, Fourth was so tired that he could only sit still and wait for the servant to serve him from head to toe. Since he was a child, he was used to being treated like a little prince, but to the extent of opening his butt slit to apply medicine, only that man could enjoy that honor.
